My wonderful DH has been away several evenings now. A co-worker who was very well liked and did a lot of work is leaving for greener pastures, and there are farewell parties and strategy meetings galore.
Last night the kidlets didn't even notice Daddy's absence until we were eating supper.
What about Daddy!?
I explained that he had another meeting.
Will we save him some supper? Will he get to eat?
His meeting is at a restaurant, he'll get lots to eat.
Ok then, they're fine and can enjoy the rare treat of French Toast for supper. I took the calm to warn them that Daddy would be late the next day too, but then REJOICE! for Daddy has Friday off work so that Mama can get ready for Guide Camp.
Three cries of NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
I just had time to think Isn't that sweet? They're going to miss me while I'm at camp.
Then my bubble was burst.
We love camping! We want to come!
Why can't *I* come camping? Can I come and just watch you? I'll be good! I'll be quiet!
You never let us go camping in the wintertime!
Right then. They couldn't care less that I'm leaving, they just want to go camping.
That's good right? They're well adjusted, they know I can disappear for a night and will return. No separation anxiety fears to soothe, no tears to dry. I'm raising confident, secure kids.
Why does it sting a little?